Yeah, they bleed just like usBut our calling, is what shapes us nowWon't be held back, won't be tied upWon't be pinned down

Won't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned downWon't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned downWon't be held back, won't be tied up, won't be pinned downWon't be held back, won't be, not now

Dreamed up the mapsGive me the charcoal and the paper nowWe invent paths they cannot seeThey're too scared to walk

Between my hands rest 52Plain old playing cardsAnd I trapped God somewhere betweenTrump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of heartsTrump and the king of heartsTrump and the king of, trump and the king ofTrump and the king of hearts

Trump and the king of heartsTrump and the king of heartsTrump and the king of, trump and the king ofTrump and the king of hearts

It came to me, as strange as it seemsFrom a simple deck of cards, laid ace to kingsMy fingernail slipped under King CharlemagneI flipped the edge and traced the grain and watched it fall like a breaking wave

The ace of spades, last to splashTrump to suicide kings, they all turned Bicycle backsStared at the pattern, a pair of seraphim flashedAnd it just fit, elegant, "aww shit", that's that

Strange you can waste away pain with one thingwatchmaker breaks sweat, he can't tame a dumb springAnd one day it's as plain as the nose, above your smug grinLike, "look what the cat dragged in"

Woke from a dream, hands heavy in cold sweatJumped from the bed, snatched the charcoal quickSketching frantically upon the bedroom brickCame together and it fit, like this:

"Give me a lever and a place to standAnd I'll move the world."You think you're cleverBut you've never seen how it really works